Earlier this week—before I got struck down with the mother of all summer colds—I found myself high up in Laurel Canyon on a perfect June night at the treetop home of my friend Dana, who was hosting a book party for Jon Paul Buchmeyer. In Buchmeyer’s tell-all memoir, Alphabet City: My So-Called Sitcom Life, “a series of publicity jobs created madcap storylines, including a mishap with Whoopi Goldberg’s Oscar, a mistaken identity as Tyra Banks’ Turkish boy-toy, and finishing school lessons in the gossipy halls of publishing giant Condé Nast.” While Buchmeyer read from his book, an assembly of Condé Nasties past and present nibbled on a whole roasted pig from Eva’s Lechon and soba noodle salad and sipped Moscow Mules. Reason #1014 why we love LA nights…
It was so fun meeting you, and getting to read excerpts of the book to a mix of foodies and fashionistas! PS…my cool jacket was by Brooklyn Industries, shoes by Neil Barrett, and Alphabet City t-shirt designed by artist Aaron Krach (himself a former Condé Nasty).